| A sort of addition to napb: Oh say can you sing from the start to the end
What so proudly you stand for when orchestras play it,
When the whole congregation in voices that blend
Strike up the grand hymn and then torture and slay it.
How they bellow and shout when they’re first starting out!
But the dawn’s early light finds them floundering about.
It’s “The Star-Spangled Banner” that they’re trying to sing,
But they don’t know the words of the precious old thing.
Hark! The twilight’s last gleaming has some of them stopped.
But the valiant survivors press onward serenely
To the ramparts we watched where some others are dropped,
And the loss of the leaders is manifest keenly.
The rockets’ red glare gives the bravest a scare.
There are few left to face the bombs bursting in air.
‘Tis a thin line of heroes that manage to save
The last of the verse and the home of the brave. |